The Bridge of the Americas is one of the few bridges that joins North to South America. Before beginning ones journey down the Panama Canal from the west coast, this enormous structure can be seen from miles away.
But like all bridges, it’s whats underneath that I find interesting.
The remnants of what I assume was once an old dock stood stoically in the morning sun, like a sentry watching over passing travelers.
This bridge itself has stood tall for over 50 years, this dock perhaps twice as long but… “mum, how much longer?”